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New Year Resolution

I never wanted to spend December in Manchester. I moved to the city to study Maths and was homesick straight away. I never wanted to move away from the comforts of home. I have always been a timid and shy individual and was never any good at making friends. Yet, the city called. I remember Freshers Week being spent alone in my dorm bedroom as people completely bypassed me and never felt included. Simply because I was quiet, nerdy and shy. Christmas on the 25th was spent inside with a microwave meal and a quick phone-call home but I simply couldn't afford to go back. This was a cost of living crisis anyhow.

It was on the 31st however that I considered that I could not bare the four walls of my digs any longer and felt that I needed to get out. I made up my mind that I would brave a local pub, potentially a quiet one and have a drink to see the new year in. I realised that most places were ticketed events and actually this plan of action might backfire spectacularly. I simply had left it to late and had no inclination to go to a place where 'everyone knew who you were' and decided who should be on such a list.

It was about 8PM that evening I put on a fresh navy shirt, nice pair of jeans, polished black shoes, my thick knee length coat and scarf and made my way out in the pissing rain to a pub I had heard others talking about. I walked what felt like a good 35 minutes and reached an underpass and on the other side was 'The Barrow". It was situated on the end of a council estate in the city, so not exactly in the town centre. As I approached I could see chavvy lads stood outside having a vape and booking their taxis for later. I hesitated and paused. Was this right? Would this backfire? I toyed with it for a good fifteen minutes and the only thing that pushed me to walk through the door or the pub was not a swell of confidence but the very fact it was raining and I had made such a journey already. My heart was pounding as I opened the door and walked in.

Despite it being New Year's Eve there was about 35 people inside. The Pub had three sections as you walked through the middle doors. In front was the bar which was situated in a square with serving taking place on all sides. There were two female members of staff pulling pints and were dressed in black brewery tops, a garland of tinsel around neck and made up with make up. Christmas & Dance Music alternated on loop. To the left was where a tables were left for punters and a dance floor where presumably the DJ would reside to act as the centrepiece for the New Year Celebrations. To the right was access to the beer garden, toilets and a raised platform where people could play on the fruit machines or the pool table. There was a musty smell off vape, charcoal & weed permeating the air. I realised as soon as the two swing doors closed behind me that I stuck out like a sore thumb. The barmaid, who I found out later was called Chantelle (32), looked up and smiled but also gave a look that I was welcome but clearly not suited to the place. Her comment effectively backed it up

"This aint the uni bar sweets" she smiled. I paused and she commented that it was just a joke. "What can I get you angel? We have Stella, Carling or Amstel on tap" she commented. Being someone who rarely drank I responded that I would like a pepsi and she smiled as she poured it. She started to make small talk, asking if I had a nice Christmas, what was I studying at uni and asking if I was residing her all night. I tried my best to answer but nerves were still there and I quietly took the drink to a table opposite the bar. I had brought with me a small paperback book of Christmas Carol and without taking off my coat quietly sunk into it. I seemed to pass the time for the next 25 minutes when at about 10PM a group, followed by another group walked in. Five people all told. They were clearly worse for wear, had been drinking already and were merry. They were clearly from the estate as they knew the barmaids and were requesting things on the tab. I looked up to catch quick glances but nothing much more. One girl shouted across.

"Alright luv, aint seen you in ere before" she said as she chewed gum. She was called Trish (38) and was in a black mini dress, hooped earrings and thick lace of make up. Barmaid stepped in and did the talking for me, outlining who I was and where I had come from. I began to feel more timid as didn't think people would question me. Suddenly Trish and another friend Trinity came over and sat by me. I put my book on the table and was polite to listen. She explained that they were regulars and she pointed out her mates all by name. Alongside Trinity & Trish there was Darcy her boyfriend Mark and then Damo who was going out with her. I tried to keep up with the names and also to try to seem interested.

"Funny you being here on own tho babes, shouldn't you be out with uni mates or back at home with family?" Trish asked. "Cost of living crisis, just couldnt afford to go back" I responded. She nodded and explained that her fella Damian was struggling a bit having been laid off for nicking stuff from the building site. I did not want to judge and know its easy to do but he looked that part. Damian was 39, 5'11, his frame was slim but he clearly had toned arms and legs. He wore a blue polo top, grey trackies and adidas trainers. His eyes were piercing blue and he had a degree of stubble from lack of shaving. His neck was covered with a complete tattoo, he had 'love or die' tattooed just above his right eyebrow, his hands had tattoos across the top up to the knuckles and he was loud. Loud enough to here every other word was a piece of profanity. I didn't ask but it seemed that they were quite content as a couple, he doted on her by ensuring she was not without a drink or that they went together for a vape.

I had been in both these girls company for an hour and felt alright. Both girls asked their respective partners for a drink and added me to the list. I ensured I did not go for any expensive beer but stuck to the pepsi. Yet, there is only so much conversation I could give and girls bypassed me as they talked about their own lives and I started to meld into the background. I did consider calling it a night early but that would have been rude. To be fair, I was fine as was. I looked up and could see that no DJ was arriving, it seemed a really low key - smoke, chat, drink in excess - type of pub. An estate pub that probably never had someone off the estate ever walk into. I looked up and thats when I noticed that it was less than ten minutes until the end of 2023 was ushered in. No-one seemed particularly interested but more in getting more shots in and downing them. Chantelle the barmaid rung the bell and things started to countdown.

"5...4....3....2...1..Happy New Year" was shouted out by those present in the pub, what was us six and at least 20 more. A crappy version of Auld Lang Syne came out of the playlist across the speakers and I watched as Damo walked over to Trish and she got up and slowly leant in and locked lips with her boyfriend. Her mouth opening as she smooched him only breaking to say "I love you, Happy New Year" and he responded with "Twelfth year together gonna be a great one babes" he added. Slowly people started to shake hands and it being their mates, I was kinda sidelined. Trish turn to me and hugged me and wished me a Happy New year and Darcey did the same. Yet, none of the others really cared. I was not on their radar. I watched as most of the other people left and so did Mark and Darcey, holding hands as they lived further out. Leaving just us four. You soon begin to realise how quickly NYE celebrations end. The music was turned off and TV was put on. You could see the London celebrations on the TV with "London Welcomes Everyone" - Seeing those words I appreciated that I was welcomed by the group - well mainly Trish.

Chantelle the barmaid looks across "You lot staying for a lock in?" she asked. I was planning on using it as an excuse to leave but as I was sandwiched between the girls they answered that we were staying. Three massive jugs of lager was put on table. With that Damo looked across "Sorry mate, didn't get to wish you a Happy New Year.." and he offered his hand and I duly shook it. "Fucking brave coming in here on your own, guess you wanted to get some NY experience?" he asked. Trish explained on my behalf my situation and he sat drinking his pint as he listened. "Fucking Tory Government have a lot to answer mate, but doing Maths, all credit to ya, I flunked my exams and to be honest didnt need em but good luck to ya" he added as he slapped my shoulder. Trish leaned her head on his shoulder and commented how last year in the pub both Trish and Trinity had had a lock in which resulted in them both cheekily having sex with their boyfriends in the corner. Damian started to nod and laugh and Trinity reminisced how unfortunate her broke up with her ex had been. Trinity saw my reaction "Take it that is something you never done then, a New Years Shag Nathan?" she added as I went a bit red. "To be honest...no" which caused both girls to laugh.

Damo went on for a bit arguing that whole point of uni is to shag around, jumping in and out of bed but I explained my purpose at Manchester was much different. Then the conversation stopped dead. I could see Trish slowly whispering in Damo's ear and smiling and he was listening intently. "We are just going for a vape?" adds Trish and watched as both of them got up, holding hands. I admired that they were happy but at same time felt that it was time to depart. I was starting to feel like with a lack of crowd it was only a matter of time I said something that offended or they were finding me a pain by being there. I explained to Trinity that I was off and she gave me a big hug as I was still seated. "Aww bless you angel, I understand got a long way to walk back" she added as I felt her hands pat my back. I was honest when I told her it was very kind that she welcomed me in. I stood up and put my glasses on the bar and smiled and waved to her as went out the door. I crossed the road and that is when I realised I had left my book on the window sill behind where we sat. I toyed with leaving it but knew had left scarf as well. I turned around and headed back.

I opened the door to find all three still sat at the table. Trish commented first "Naughty boy leaving like that without saying goodbye" she said in a semi jokey way. "I just came back to get my book and scarf and..." I say as I approach the two objects the barmaid has placed on the bar but cut off by Trish "and stay to hear what Damo and I have to say" she continued firmly. I felt that this was more of a insistence and put the scarf around my neck and sat back down. "I do have a long walk home and..." but she echoed it word for word again "and stay and hear what Damo and I have to say" I nodded and listened. Trish made it clear that she hated the idea that a cost of living crisis made my Christmas a shocking one and that I did the right thing coming tonight to 'The Barrow'. "Honestly, you guys have been really welcoming.." I continue and she smiles, she rubs my back and leans and slowly kisses me on the cheek "Happy New Year Sweetheart and hope that 2024 brings you all the best". I started to buzz and Trinity leans across and does the same and I smile. Damo then adds "Promise me you'll start 2024 with a bang..." he adds and slaps my back but holds his hand there "..now be a fucking good boy and get your head down" he adds without smiling or putting his drink down. I paused and chuckled my mind thinking did I hear right and glance to see in his right hand he has taken out his 7' erect cock. Slowly stroking it. "Its a new year..." he adds as his hand reaches up and places it on the back of my neck. It came out of nowhere and I instantly froze. My eyes must have been popping out of my head.

Trish speaks plain "Its a New Year Tradition and well....Damian is only one that can perform tonight...and well so can you" implying for the girls its that time of the month. My heart is racing, pounding. I have always thought about and been curious of being with a guy but never - and no offence - someone akin to Damo. But I found the table being pushed back and encouraged to get on the floor. I slowly sank to my knees and found my face slowly inches from his cock. It was erect, seven inches and had a big head. It had a musty odour simply because beer makes the need to pee. Like a crack of the whip at 1AM I find my head slowly being pushed down onto his cock. My first. I place my hands on his thick thighs and slowly start to suckle. "Cheers for sorting this babes" he adds as I hear him lean in and slowly smooch Trish. "Happy New Year and told you I would sort something" she responds. I continue to give the best blowjob that I can suckling the head and swirling my tongue over the top. I feel a mix of emotions. I feel like they are scumbags, I mean who does that but at same time find myself growing inside my boxers that I am having oral sex. I continue to bob occasionally looking up to see him staring at TV and drinking his pint.

"Jesus you lot, got him sucking him off" laughs the barmaid as I go red. Trish nods "Well does fuck all else but read his book and might as well put him to good use, get to know us crew properly" she chuckles. Her mood changed somewhat. I continue to lick the head and he comments "Bought his drinks all evening, least he can do is appreciate and thank me" he chuckles. These chavs had two sides. They were kind and welcoming. Yet, they also saw themselves as better than others. They were not bad people but people that expected things to fall there way. Just as Trish said earlier that his sacking on the worksite was because he got caught by jobsworths not because it was wrong to nick. His hand started to push me down a bit and he worked his magic.

After about twenty minutes of sucking my first cock, it flew out of my mouth and he pulled up his trackies and went off for a piss. I remember just staring at the floor adjusting. Trinity smiled "Great sucking cock aint it" she smiled "You seemed to be enjoying it" she added. I climb up on the seat and I get priase from Trish "You did well, just see that as Damo's way of giving you a NYE kiss..." - I start to blush and thats when Trish adds "I would be disappointed and see it as rude if you didnt make sure he had a great start to the year" I start to gabble and feel really embarrassed. "I'll be honest you dont want to offend...flirting is key...just remember we have looked after you tonight...just saying" Those words are buzzing round my head. I asked to have a bit of air outside in the beer garden. I remember going out there and thinking of what was happening, what could happen. I stuck my head high and walked back in.

I came back to the table and sat down and neither girl said anything to me. Few minutes later Damo came back in and yawned. "God babes, fucking knackered" he added. Was this a hint that he wanted to head off. It seemed so as Trish gave me a glare of "Dont let this fail"

I fumbled the glass in front of me and added "So do you make New Year's resolutions?" to him. He folded his arms and shrugged. "Naw mate, never come true. Don't see the point" - I try to make the next line flirty and direct and bottle it. I try again. "So how long you lived on the estate?" - "All my life mate" - "Are you well known on the estate?" - "Yeah, everyone knows me mate, sort out my problems, sort out others problems, just want to make sure she over there is happy and that people do the right thing" - "People at uni always warned me I shouldnt be on an estate" - "Yeah they can get rough lad, lots of fights, fires, arson, break ins, no offence but I wouldnt come back after tonight" - "Thats a shame because there is one thing that would draw me back..." and with that he did not respond. He just smirked. There was a pause a silence. Then he said "Get your fucking kegs off mate" as he adjusts his trackie strings. He looks at Trish and leans in and kisses her "Thanks babes, Happy New Year"

My hands were shaking as I tore off my jeans and boxers and felt him slap my bum "Good lad", He lifted my left ankle and pushed my foot up onto the table. Trish leans back against table, inches from my face and holds up her phone. "Hello Live streamers, its funcouple here from Manchester, bit of an unannounced stream but here with our new friend, Nathan" - my eyes widen as I realise this is being streamed. How the fuck has this happened. No way. "..he..hello". My face goes totally red as she explains the course of whole evening, seeing the messages pop up saying "Hello" or "Cute lad". "Happy New Year" adds Damo as he slowly pushes into my bum, gripping my shoulder as he pushes in. I instantly change as my eyes roll in my head experiencing my first cock, feeling its full length going up my arsehole. I grip the table as i start to drool. Hearing him hump all inches in as Trish carries on making a dialogue with the streamers. Taking questions, asking them. For first time in my life I feel alive, feel like I am centre stage. My new friends. My new experience. My new year. "Keep fucking me Keep fucking me" I pant as Nathan laughs and goes to town on me anally. Pumping his cock into me at a steady pace.

The likes scroll up the screen. "Yeah he was quite shy when we met him" she adds as I undercut that with "Fuck me harder, dont stop, please dont" feeling the penetration into me. I arch my back and take it well. He reaches down and whispers in my ear "I can last fucking ages" and "Welcome to the estate" as he piledrives into me. I know 2024 is starting to change, as I feel a pornstar in the making, coming out of my shell with this debut. The sweat is pouring off me as I am now naked in just my scarf and smart shoes. The sound of his balls slapping against my expanded hole and bum. "I...just...felt....he needed to know....who I am" comments Nathan as he responds to a question "...rarely fucking guys...but missus encouraged it" he smiles. From that positon I am picked up and laid amongst the crisp packets and glasses on the table. My feet held up in the air as he slams into me facing me. I can see the screwed up face, gritted teeth, and tattoo's showing his menacing stare but I dont care, he is fucking me like a dream and pounding away.

I could hear Trish asking me questions - 'Are you surprised what Nathan & Trish offered?' - 'Did you fancy Nathan as soon as walked in?' - 'Are you scared as much as enjoying it?' - 'Would you take a group of them' - I tried my best to answer each one but think most of my responses were obscured by my moaning, yelping and locking lips with him. 'Fuck' was a dominant word. I simply didnt want him to stop, he was on my mind and in my arse.

He was right, 40 minutes we had been fucking for and we almost did it at the same time. He shot and I shot. He walked across and downed his pint. He picked me up off table and threw my clothes at me. He went and sat with Trish carrying on their stream. I was cast off just like that. I quietly dressed and no one said a word. I said thank you to the barmaid and she blanked me.

I walked out of that door realising things had changed. He was right, I should have never gone to that estate. He was right they were not nice people. My life had been turned upside down. But he was wrong, I loved every minute with that tiger of a chav lad. Polar opposites but what a Fucking New year!

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